In all honesty, we all want our fantasy selves to be the best people. We all think in a time of crisis, we will react heroically and with humanity.
Deep within each one of us lies a garden.
I have found, through years of practice, that people garden in order to make something grow; to interact with nature; to share, to find sanctuary, to heal, to honor the earth, to leave a mark. Through gardening, we feel whole as we make our personal work of art upon our land.
Even the smallest landscape can offer pride of ownership not only to its inhabitants but to its neighbors. The world delights in a garden. . . . Creating any garden, big or small, is, in the end, all about joy.
Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof.
It is a happy art to know when one has said enough. I would leave my hearers wishing me to say more rather than give them cause toshow, by their inattention, that I had said too much.
When I was 16 years old, my brother Frank said, 'You'd better become a catcher, because you're too big and fat to do anything else. ' Well, I took his advice. It was a quick way to get to the big leagues, and I've never regretted it.
I was born in an earlier generation and, as a group, my classmates at Blair Academy and Princeton University were as ethical, straightforward, and integrity laden as you could possibly imagine - perhaps not a 100% - but the overwhelming majority. I've been in business a long, long time and I simply cannot imagine seeking out cheating, greedy people.
When you sit down to paint or draw, you form yourself into a posture of praise